Dún Chaoin · Co. Kerry
The last parish in Europe before America. The Blaskets are the back garden.
Dún Chaoin is what is left when the road has run out of reasons. Drive west from Dingle on the R559, past Ventry, around Slea Head, down the long slope to Coumeenoole, and the road turns north along a sheer cliff that becomes Dunquin. Population about 150. Irish first; English on request. The signs are bilingual and the locals are not.
The pier is the picture you have already seen - a zigzag of concrete steps cut into a cliff down to a slip the size of a kitchen floor. It was built for the islanders to land their currachs. Today it is the most photographed pier in Ireland and, on a swell, the most closed. Boats to the Blaskets run from here in summer when the sea agrees. Often it does not. Plan around that.
What makes Dún Chaoin matter is what is no longer here. The Great Blasket - three kilometres offshore - was abandoned in November 1953 when the population could no longer support itself through a winter. Before they left, three of those islanders, none of them schooled past national level, dictated or wrote the books that are still on every Irish-literature syllabus. The Blasket Centre across the road from the pier is the proper place to grasp it. Then come outside, look at the island, and notice that the windows of the abandoned houses are still catching the afternoon light.